Cat's Eye

Cat’s Eye


The endless currents draw me along
On softest rolling silent steps,
Audible only as an idea of movement,
By those who would not be seen;
My green crystal lens with lens imposed
Collects those movements that interest,
And cuts the running or the motionless to blurs if caught
With claws and teeth like torn metal.

Within this diamond cranium
Are the whispers of relations
Who once seduced Pharaohs,
We brought our ancient horizons
Newly wrapped as gifts from their Gods;
We placed our perfect senses
Within the needs of man
And were placed insecurely above the common.

Curved petals, my ears
Move to the winds of subtle sounds
Tuned to the tiny heartbeats that flicker like light,
Conduits to my continuity;
The endless chore of this work
Dismissed with a flick,
Or hunting down my prey
With the swiftest of endless mobility.

Paintbrush strokes in long cared fur,
I lick and clean my cloak
To muse and deceive once all is done;
In the warmth of the sun I see all.
One paw draped in nature’s purest world
One among man’s awkward spires,
No one’s friend or foe;
Just the shape of all desires.